Itsy Bitsy Spider and the Old Maid

 

I've always loved "hanging out with the guys." When I was young, it was building forts, jumping bikes over homemade ramps in the desert and endless games of ‘smear the queer." I probably had the tightest spiral of any ten year old in the neighborhood when it came to handling a football. As I grew older, the games developed into hobbies like trap shooting, deep sea fishing, deer hunting and the weekly bowling night with the men.

It wasn't that I wanted to be a guy. No...it was more fun being THE woman hanging out with a bunch of guys. And it certainly beat the hell out of sitting at a Tupperware party or talking about little Johnny's potty training for the hundredth time. There was only one event, almost sacred, that I had not been invited to...yet. The all male poker night.

Okay, so I don't really know how to play poker, but then again...I didn't exactly know much about deer hunting either when I was invited to go along. I can tell the difference between a full house and a royal flush...it's just the bidding that confuses me. Well, that and I lack the ability to keep a poker face. Um...okay well it's worse than that. I have this tendency to dance around in my chair and chortle in a gloating fashion when I have a good hand. Not very subtle. Still, I wanted to do it. I longed for the opportunity to spend one evening, hanging out with my buddies, swilling beer, telling tasteless stories and playing cards.

Finally, the opportunity arose. Jim, my boyfriend at the time, was torn between spending the evening with me and living up to his responsibilities as the host of this week's poker night. Our relationship was still in the early stages, teetering precariously on my every whim. Perhaps...I could use this to my advantage...

"I think you should go and play poker with your friends tonight, "I said magnanimously. "I'm sure it must be a lot of fun...I've always wanted to learn how to play poker..." With that said, I turned my big brown eyes on him.

Jim wasn't what I would call a stunning intellectual...but he was rather quick at picking up on subtle hints and making them sound like it was his idea. "Would you like to come to poker night, Laurie? I'm sure the guys would LOVE it!" he responded on cue.

"Well...I don't really know how to play poker," I replied all feminine and demur now that I had my way, "Would you mind teaching me?"

A quick "you are my hero" look and it was done.

Jim's friends weren't that in love with the idea of having a girl friend at their manly poker night. It felt downright strange to them, well...until I opened a bag of pork rinds and they decided I might work out after all.

The game was dealer's choice. I fumbled my way through several hands under Jim's tutelage, never quite grasping the entire concept but somehow managing to not be a huge liability. Eventually, however...the deck landed in my hands and four men looked at me expectantly.

"So...dealer's choice, right?" I began shuffling the deck, "...that means any game I want, correct?"

Around the table, the players nodded their heads in agreement. Yes...I could choose anything I wanted. Looking at the avid curiosity on their faces reminded me of another situation, with a different group of men...and I couldn't help but think, if had worked then...perhaps it might work again. Men could be tricky at times. How far you could push really depended on group dynamics.

I like to meet new people. It's a bad habit of mine. Late one night, or rather those wee hours of the morning when one can still consider it night, I was walking home from my job at the local Burger King. Even though I was very careful to take the same route to work and back home again, wending my way through familiar suburban streets where every family knew me and called me "hamburger helper" occasionally a strange car would find itself hopelessly lost in the maze of streets.

On this particular night, an old beat up sedan, full of young men, blew by me, cranking out music by Lynard Skynard. A voice yelled from the dark interior as it passed by..."I love you!!!" Without hesitation, I laughed and yelled back "I love you too!" Stupid...really. The car squealed to a halt and backed up slowly. "Oh crap...what have I done now," I muttered to myself.

To my amusement, one of them leaned out and said that I shouldn't be walking out alone at night and it was only right that he should walk me home. At first I declined, but he insisted...saying, "Look...I'll keep my hands up in the air the entire time. Just to prove I mean no harm."

Well, how could I resist that? I made him walk that way for about a quarter mile, while his friends followed us in the car, before I told him that he looked silly and to please put his arms down. We walked all the way to the end of the sidewalk about twenty or so yards from my front door...and then, I did an impulsive thing. I looked at the house...and then I looked at the carful of boys...and I decided there and then I didn't really want to go home. At least not quite yet.

I jumped into their car as one of them cranked up the radio yelling, "It's Lynard Skynard Hour...let's party!!" It was sort of sweet when "What's Your Name" came on and they all sang to me. Finally, we ended up back near where I had originally started, parked behind a gas station across the street from the Burger King.

With a smile, one of them nonchalantly extracted a joint from his shirt pocket, lit it and began passing it around. At seventeen, I had managed to navigate socially without being tempted by alcohol or drugs. Well...until now. I shrugged and figured, what the hell...it wasn't like I'd made very many smart decisions so far tonight...why stop now?

I ROFLMAO'd when I watched this one..

I like this version better...

It began to rain...I heard the soft ticking sound of it landing on the roof of the car and watched the droplets chase each other slowly down the window that I was sitting by. It reminded me of a little song that I knew from childhood and inspired me to ask them if they knew "Itsy Bitsy Spider."

They shook their heads and gave me blank stares. "What's Itsy Bitsy Spider?" one asked solemnly. I was only too happy to share my knowledge, guiding their hands into the proper choreography, teaching each of them the words to the song.

It took about five or ten minutes, tears of laughter poured down our cheeks, our sides and stomachs ached painfully, but I managed to overcome their clumsy finger movements and hone them into a well-oiled Itsy Bitsy spider machine. Well, one guy had a hard time distinguishing between the rain and the sun...but his efforts were endearing nonetheless. Exhausted, we collapsed in the car, trying not to look at each other, afraid it would send us into whooping gales of laughter all over again. Each of them agreed that it had been the most fun they'd had in a long time. And then...they drove me home.

Perhaps, I thought, looking at Jim and his friends waiting expectantly for my choice as dealer...I could pull off another Itsy Bitsy Spider moment. It was worth an attempt...

"Okay...my choice is..."I said drawing the moment out, "...Old Maid!"

"Old Maid?!!"

"That's not POKER!"

"You have to pick a poker game..."

"Didn't you say it was dealer's choice?" I argued. "I thought you said I could pick ANY game I wanted to play. Have you ever played old maid?"

Not wanting to start an argument, they sullenly agreed to play the game I had chosen...but they made damn sure I knew they would not enjoy it.

Deftly, I extracted three of the queens and explained to them that the Queen of Spades was now the old maid. The rules were simple...draw from each other's hand, discard any matches...red cards to red cards, black cards to black cards....and the person left holding the queen of spades was the old maid. I dealt out the cards, before they could change their minds.

The game began quietly as each player sat brewing in their own misery...determined to not have fun. Then, just has I had begun to despair, the player across from me muttered the word "shit" under his breath after picking a card from his friend's hand. It didn't help that the old maid donor made a giggling sound and sat there with a smug little grin on his face.

Despite the initial response, competitive spirit began to nudge its way into the game. It was probably the most serious game of old maid that I'd ever played, judging by the furrowed brows and the squinty-eyed narrow looks given to each other right before the card selection.

Round after round, play continued. Before too long, Jim was out, I was out and another player had just relinquished his last card. The tension was palpable, watching the remaining two players try to outfox each other, rearranging their hand each turn in an attempt to lure the other player into taking the queen. In the end, one threw up his hands in victory and began chortling viciously, pointing a finger at his opponent.

"Old Maid! Old Maid!" he yelled before cackling madly, "You're the OLD MAID...hahahahaha!"

As the laughter slowly died down and the loser good-naturedly admitted that yes, he was the old maid, the deck was turned over to the next dealer.

"So...what's your choice?" I asked.

He shuffled the deck thoughtfully and then smiled. "Dealers choice is...Old Maid! I want a rematch!"

*shrugs*

What can I say that I haven't already said? I just love hanging out with the guys...they really know how to have fun.

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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Thank you Kate! I hadn't looked at this in a while myself...so I had to read it to remember what I'd written. LOL! Thank you for that too.


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KateWest 7 years ago from Los Angeles, CA

Awesome hub!


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Sixty & Misty - I remember that game...my best friend and I loaded up on jewelry. Her brother and his friend never stood a chance. Of course we were only ten years old. I don't think it was strip poker though...I think we played strip black jack or something like that...


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mistyhorizon2003 7 years ago from Guernsey (Channel Islands)

Strip poker is never a good idea unless you put on about 25 jumpers and multiple pairs of socks etc beforehand. :)


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sixtyorso 7 years ago from South Africa

As far as the playing cards bit goes, many years ago, I got to nominate the game. As there were a couple of delectable lasses (much like you and Misty) who were playing, I nominated strip poker. I ended up unclothed as did the other men and the girsl were fully clothed! So much for "well we are not so good at it". they did not have on too much clothing to start with (summer in the seventies) and stilll managed to rip us to shreds (so to speak)!


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mistyhorizon2003 7 years ago from Guernsey (Channel Islands)

Worth a try!!!, could be fun !!! :) :)


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Misty - :) Together you and I probably could have had them thinking playing Barbie was cool too!


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mistyhorizon2003 7 years ago from Guernsey (Channel Islands)

Great Hub Spryte, would so love to play cards or hang out with you anytime :)


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Hmmmm...that's two mentions regarding the transition. I'll have to take a look at that when I'm a wee more awake and see if I can make it easier to accept. Sixty...I'd love to hang out with you! Of course...there'd also be an ulterior motive involved as well...I'd want to pick your brain. You come up with some of the most interestig things...I'd want to just kick back and listen for a while. :) Thanks for all those lovely compliments!


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sixtyorso 7 years ago from South Africa

Hi Spryte I definitely want to party with you girl. you got soul! You are full of life and fun and i just don't know how you do it, but your hubs are redolent with your indomitable spirit and charisma. Like Shades, though, I though I had a crossed thread with the change of subject but got it all together again for the finale!

Great Hub


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Yeah Christoph...I do too. Sounds sort of like Rob Zombie. But the first one reminds me of a Gilda Radner skit...especially when the spider suddenly sounds like it has discovered steroids.

And what...that wasn't subtle enough? It's not like I came out and actually asked or anything. I think it falls well in the bounds of a hint...okay a STRONG hint.

Yeah...the feeling is mutual regarding partying. I can think of several of you I'd like to spend a long weekend with...as a group kinda thing...hanging out and just amusing ourselves with our frightening imaginations. Okay...and now I'm behaving like Shadesbreath here getting all mushy and stuff...but I can't help but smile when I imagine that...

Gwendy - I can only imagine what it must be like. I've never done something on that level personally, but growing up my parents always went to the neighborhood pinochle night. It seemed to be a pretty big deal, and it always sounded like so much fun. I don't think there was anything like "shit on your neighbor"...well not that my mother would have told me about it if there were...I was after all only seven or eight.


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gwendymom 7 years ago from Oklahoma

We try to have pretty regular poker games around here, we have a group of about 20 people who like to play Texas hold em and our house seems to be the place we regulary play at. On occasion we will get a penny ante poker game together with dealers and we have alot of fun with that, the game that pisses everybody off so much is called shit on your neighbor, but we all have so much fun with it.


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Christoph Reilly 7 years ago from St. Louis

I like the second itsy bitsy spider song - too cool. Fun story. When you were hinting to your boyfriend that you wanted to go play poker, you call that subtle? Jim must've really not been too bright if that was a subtle hint to him.

Charming, as usual. I really do think you would be fun to party with.


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Nah...I'm just teasing :)


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Misha 7 years ago from DC Area

Something to write a hub about? ;)


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Hahaha! Good! I'd hate to have to go through that one again. It took me forever to find my Mom & Dad that one time.


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Misha 7 years ago from DC Area

Sounds good! I'll let you know if I move elsewhere ;)


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

LOL! Not in the near future...but if I ever find out I am, I'll grab a deck of cards and let you know!


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Misha 7 years ago from DC Area

It does not matter really what game to play - it matters with whom :)

Any chance you are coming to DC area? ;)


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Yay!! So do you want to deal first or me? If you don't want to play Old Maid, perhaps a rousing game of Go Fish? I'll party with you anytime, Misha!


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Misha 7 years ago from DC Area

I wanna party with you girl!!!


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spryte 7 years ago from Arizona, USA Author

Hey Shade -

Thanks for the heads up on the second video...I found something I liked even more and it's now replaced. The first one is just priceless though...but then again, given my state of mind at the time, I might have been influenced. :)


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Shadesbreath 7 years ago from California

Another great chapter in the Life of Spryte.  I think I'd be pissed if you mentioned Old Maid too unless I'd be drinking (or in a car passing around reefers where I still inclined to such things), but, then, I guess that doesn't elminate many card games.  lol.  Kick ass story, although the transition to the car story is pretty abrupt and I had to go back and make sure I hadn't missed something at first, and I'm happy to be first to post.  FIRST! As they say.  Oh, and your second video didn't work for me, I think it's borked.  Oh, and wtf is up with that chick in the first one?  Wow, that was painful to sit through lol.

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